“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
In the face of injustice and frustration, let us remember the non-violent, peaceful nature of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s protests and allow those ideas to influence the way in which we champion equality for all today. 🎨: @malloryheyer

Well, last night was definitely an experience. I'd been scheming up plans for unique eclipse photos and sequences since the last one in 2015, and had four cameras at the ready to execute them. The weather had other ideas, as temperatures plummeting below zero wreaked havoc on my gear. Batteries lasted only minutes before dying. One camera just formatted its own card out of protest, destroying an hour of shots. Intervalometers stopped intervaling. My film camera, entombed in chemical hand warmers, gave up the ghost about an hour into my planned five-hour exposure.
Then, a razor-thin cloud streamer set up shop over my house, borne of cold air flowing over a patch of open water on the Hudson. I drove a few miles south minutes before the start of totality, and ended up with a crystal-clear view. It was beautiful. I looked around at the night sky, down at the snow-crusted landscape, and up at the Moon, awash in the same orange light that we see in each sunrise and sunset here on Earth. I had long since switched modes from high-strung photographer to idle spectator, but decided I'd be kicking myself if I didn't get just one photo I could be proud of. So I took this 5-second exposure emphasizing the background stars that would otherwise never be visible near a full moon. It was a brief endeavor, and I quickly returned to gazing skyward, trying to decide whether the Moon reminded me more of a ruby or a pumpkin. There's no real moral here - I'm not particularly glad that my photo equipment largely failed, forcing me to take in the eclipse with my own eyes. It's just how it worked out. Hope you enjoy the shot. #hvnightsky